The Enslave Story Part 19

“KUYAAAAAAA!” Eon heard his little sister’s scream.

He rushed towards her room. His little sister isn’t so little anymore. Fourteen years old na ito ngunit isip bata pa rin.

“What is it now, Yca?” Her real name is Ysabela Monica. Their dad often jokes that she’s conceived at Casa Ysabela, hence the name.

“Walang kasya! F—ck! Sh—t! Sh—t! Sh—t!”

“Yca! Watch your language!” He hissed.

Napangiwi siya nang makitang nahihirapan ito sa pagsara ng gown na suot nito. She’s stuck. Dinaluhan niya kaagad ito. Kumuha siya ng gunting para gupitin nalang ang gown.

“Oh, God, noooooooo!” Sigaw ulit nito. “This is an expensive Sherri Hill prom dress, kuya! Don’t you f—cking dare!” She glared at him.

“Bibig mo, Yca!” He glared back at her. Napakamot siya sa kanyang ulo. Ano ba kasing pumasok sa kukote nito at isinuot nito ang gown na iyon? Halata namang hindi iyon kasya rito. Alam naman nitong may katabaan ito. Sana nagpagawa na lang ito ng prom dress.

“Baby girl, I told you, last year pa, you should’ve lessened your food intake,” aniya. He’s very cautious of the words he’s using. Dapat niyang ipaliwanag dito na kailangan nitong mag-diet, without using the word ‘diet’ in his sentence. Dahil kung mababanggit ang salitang iyon, tiyak na magkaka- World War III sa kanilang bahay.

“Ouch! Aaaawwww!” She cried in pain. Bumaon na yata ang zipper ng gown sa balat nito.

“Damn!” Tuluyan niya nang ginupit ang gown. Kinuha niya ang silk robe nito sa gilid ng kama at ipinasuot sa kapatid niya.

Nang makita nito ang gutay-gutay nang gown ay muli na naman itong pumalahaw ng iyak.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Wika ng kanyang mommy. Nag-aalalang napasugod ang kanilang mga magulang sa kwarto.

Agad na inalo ng daddy niya si Yca.

“Sssshhh, what’s wrong, my princess?”

“Kuya Eon ruined my prom dress!” Paninisi pa nito sa kanya.

He raised both of his hands in retreat. “She was stuck! Ano’ng gagawin ko, hahayaan nalang siyang hindi makahinga?”

His mom’s beautiful face was laced with horror. Kinuha nito ang gown at umupo sa tabi ng kanyang kapatid.

“It’s okay, darling. We’ll see if we could a get you a designer, okay? Magpapasadya tayo ng gown. Don’t cry na…” she consoled Yca.

Pero patuloy pa rin ito sa pag-iyak.

“But I want a Sherri Hill prom dress!” Yca exclaimed in a bratty manner.

“Alright, alright, honey… we’ll get you a new one. Kahit sampu pa,” wika naman ng kanyang ama habang hinahalikan ang noo ni Yca.

“But I’m fat!” Nakalabing turan nito.

“No, you’re not!” His dad blurted out. Napailing siya. Growing up, he was spoiled by his parents. But their spoiling game went to a whole new level when Yca came. Kagaya ngayon, in denial ang mga ito na mataba ang kanyang nakababatang kapatid.

“And nobody even asked me out, dad! I don’t have an escort to the prom!” Umiiyak na reklamo nito.

“But Kuya Eon’s here. He could be your escort.”

Yeah right. He looked up. He’s too old for this sh—t. He’s currently in the middle of his feasibility study. And he’s using their family’s chain of hotels and other real estate as his subject. So, yeah, he cannot afford to engage into his sister’s petty whims.

“No! He’s dull! Besides, Malkah’s planning to invite him as her escort.”

His brow twitched. Malkah’s the only daughter of Tita Rebecca and Tito Michael. Matalik itong kaibigan ni Yca sapagkat magka-edad ang mga ito at magkaklase mula preschool.

“Is it true? Did she…?” Tanong ng kanyang mommy.

“No.” Tipid niyang turan.

“Are you courting her, son?” His dad asked.

He let out an exasperated laugh. “Are you guys serious? No, I’m not courting her. She f—cking looks like Mama Mary. Who would wanna date her? I mean, how could you think of lewd or lustful thoughts while looking at a splitting image of the virgin mary?” He quipped.

Umalog ang balikat ng kanyang ama tanda na nagpipigil lamang ito sa pagtawa. Pinandilatan naman siya ng mommy niya.

“Gideon Ysmael!” His mom snapped.

Itinaas niyang muli ang kanyang mga kamay saka lumabas ng kwarto.

Naabutan niyang nagpapahinga sa sala si Yaya Mercy. Through the years, she stayed the same. Hanggang ngayon ay sobra pa rin itong maalaga sa kanila, partikular sa kanya dahil may sariling yaya naman si Yca.

“Gideon, hijo, saan ka pupunta?” Untag nito. Nagising pa rin ito sa kabila ng pag-iingat niyang ‘wag gumawa ng ingay.

“Magkikita lang po kami ng mga barkada ko, Yaya Nanay,” sagot niya sabay halik sa pisngi nito.

“Mag-ingat ka, anak. Umuwi ka ng maaga,” pahabol pa nito.

“Opo,” sagot niya.

He’s whistling as he headed towards his car—the latest edition of Bentley Continental GT. It was his Lolo Manolo’s gift for him on his 20th birthday.

“Hindi ba kita ipagda-drive, Yon?” Salubong sa kanya ni Tatay Bert.

Ngumiti siya. Kahit kailan ay hindi nito nabibigkas ng tama ang kanyang palayaw. At talagang game na game pa ito sa pag alok na ipagmaneho siya. Sa tanda nito, mas makabubuti sigurong nagpapahinga na lamang ito ngayon.

“Hindi na, ‘Tay. Kaya ko na po.”

” Dyaskeng bata. Aba wala na akong ipinagmamaneho. May kinuha ring bagong driver ang mommy mo.”

“Hindi na po kasi kayo dapat magtrabaho pa, Tay. Chill nalang po.”

“Aba—”

Tatay Bert wasn’t able to finish what he’s about to say. Two familiar SUVs parked on their driveway. May bumabang dalawang bodyguards mula sa unang sasakyan. Binuksan ng isang bodyguard ang pintuan ng kasunod na SUV. Bumaba roon si Mama Mary. Err— si Malkah.

“Kuya Eon,” she said sheepishly. Kitang kita ang pamumula ng mga pisngi nito.

He just gave her a quick nod.

“Si Yca? She called me up, she’s freaking out over the phone.”

Napalunok siya. Hindi yata napo-proseso ng utak niya ang mga sinabi nito. His eyes feasted on her legs. She’s wearing a simple aquamarine dress. Not at all fancy and revealing. Naka flip flops lang din ito. Kitang kita ang sakong na mamula-mula.

F—ck it. Is he lusting over Mama Mary?

“H-Hey, Kuya Eon… can I go inside? I’ll just check on Yca.”

He cleared his throat. He’s having a f—cking hard-on.

“Uh, yeah sure.” He said casually as he walked towards her and placed his hand at the small of her back.

“Come, I’ll walk you to her room.”

Yeah, he’s screwed.

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